24

(album: Epidemic - 2020)

(Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up)

Burning on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours
Riding with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter
Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
Burning on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto
Dripping real hard when I'm hopping out two-door
I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo
Thirty laptops in my motherfucking condo
White collar diamonds, nigga balling like Lonzo
These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco
Feeling like Jim Jones, nigga, I'm a capo
I'ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I'm feeling like Pop Smoke

Banana Cream Cake in my motherfucking hemp wrap
If I don't like the smell, then the pack get sent back
If I don't like his energy, I push a nigga shit back
Making hash oil, listening to Bank, Big Facts
Making hash oil, listening to Scream, Big Facts
All that slick talking finna get a nigga kidnapped
Gelonade got a nigga finna go and lift off
I'ma empty out the magazine when I'm pissed off
I'm on that Wedding Pie, it got me geeked
My bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep
I drop bud on the clock with the perfect technique
I'ma hit from the rear, I wan' grab her obliques
I ain't got time in the day for my females be mad at me
Internet racks, I'ma run it up rapidly
She know I'm vicious, I'm fucking her savagely
She know I get racks, she know my mentality
Grew up in the trap watching Kobe yam on a nigga
Pull up in the Porsche, yeah, the Pan' on a nigga
Yeah, pull up in the Dodge, yeah, the Ram on a nigga
Anybody try, yeah, I'ma blam on niggas
I'm the head bad guy, fifty different gridlines
Turn a lacefront to a fire, fire hairline
I was over dripping, I should start my own clothing line
Got two jits, dawg, I'll die for both of mine
I ain't never satisfied 'til my money increase
Fucked up the profile, too many inquiries
They be low-key hating, I can hear 'em whispering
All these baguette chains, you can see 'em glimmering
Had to make a U-turn, I just seen a roadblock
I ain't playing no games, I ain't sparing no opps
It's a full moon now, so I'm burning Moon Rock
Living off schemes, why is he on tip-top?

Burning on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours
Riding with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter
Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
Burning on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto
Dripping real hard when I'm hopping out two-door
I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo
Thirty laptops in my motherfucking condo
White collar diamonds, nigga balling like Lonzo
These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco
Feeling like Jim Jones, nigga, I'm a capo
I'ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I'm feeling like Pop Smoke